Mike sighed. He wished he could help John and make him better overnight, but he couldn't. He knew it would be a process. He could only hope it to be a quick one. He hated seeing the brunette, the beautiful brunette, so unhappy.

John sniffled slightly. "C-Can im.. we go back to the room?" He whispered. "I hate crying in front of people." He murmured, wiping his eyes and his curtain of hair hid him from the other people in the restaurant.